Song: The Ex-Ex
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 21, 2012
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/the-ex-ex
I can see the sun settin’ low to a dark dim glow on the
ghost town in your eyes
And what you’re about to say, I can already hear- it’s no
surprise
You say it over and over and over and over and over and
over again
That you’re gonna take the wheel and steer this thing to
a disconnect
Well, let me fill you in on somethin’ baby- I ain’t the
one to come runnin’ back
And dial ya drunk- matter fact if a break’s what ya want,
we gon’ throw a celebration beyond the word
With friends, liquor and all these girls at a house party
bigger than the end of the world
Of the world, of the world- ya act like it’s the end of
the….
I been cold since the get go
Swingin’ low from thin ropes it’s simple and sinful
The list goes far as the wind blows
Long as you can separate emotion from the slit throat
I can, and that’s why I do it
Never take it personal or think to get it convoluted
I’m used to women goin’ show-and-tell until the rumor
mill
Is thinkin’ that they know me better than I know myself
Waaaoooooowwww, holy hell
Somehow before we met, you already knew me well
So please, go ahead, tell me all about me
Actually did you hear about what happened last week?
I was high outta my mind at Get Cryphy
Wearin’ a t-shirt that said “Kill Whitey”
Laughin’, drunk smilin’, babblin’, bar-fightin’
Any mother fucker I happened to dislikin’
Freestylin’ while dancin’ to Grease Lightnin’
Braggin’ about the next bike heist and
How I’m gonna pull it off and steal if from
The front porch of an ex-girlfriend I happened to cheat
on
(Well, that’d be all of them, I mean that’s what I heard.
Toussaint’s an asshole, he makes fun of the burbs
And everyone from’em- it’s like he has a vendetta
With the entire fucking world- I’m like whatever
Get over it, he’s nobody, he’s not even signed
Heard he spends all day in a coffee shop and writes
Socially awkward, takes walks at night
Couldn’t keep a day job to save his fucking life
Talks about race and shit when he raps
Helloooooo, I think he’s fucking half-black
He give Minneapolis a bad name
Fuck him, his DJ and his fucking mixtape
And that fucking piece of shit band The Blend)
But what about you? You think I’d give one side without
the other?
What about your closet- the zombies alcoholics and
monsters
A laundry list full of daddy-issues, a self-esteem gone
south
Unlike you, I’m not goin’ off what someone else said, I’m
goin’ off what I heard from your mouth
I can see the sun risin’ as the texts roll in one after
one
You say it over and over and over and over and over you
wanna fix what’s broken
But we’re already on our way to the party with the next
girl
And when ya get an invitation, don’t act like it’s- don’t
act like it’s the end of the…
